Sunday, April 28, 2013

“See, the home of God
is among mortals. He will dwell with them as their God; they will be his
peoples, and God himself will be with them; he will wipe every tear from their
eyes. Death will be no more; mourning and crying and pain will be no more, for
the first things have passed away.” Amen.

I have a cousin who is a Southern
Baptist. We don’t have much in common politically, but we do share a love of C.
S. Lewis, and I respect his deep involvement with disaster relief efforts. We
both do the work we do from the heart. We both feel called by God to live a
life of faith. Recently my cousin posted on Facebook this quote from a Baptist
pastor and author named David Platt: “Faith is the anti-work. It’s the
realization that there is nothing YOU can do but trust in what has been done
for you in the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus.”

When I read this quote, all the
things I don’t understand about my cousin seemed to become less important.
Faith is the anti-work. All we can do is trust. Yes. We have faith in common,
my cousin and I. It works to overcome the barriers that stand between us. Faith
gives me hope.

Christians hope together as well.
Some say the Christian hope is that we will go to heaven when we die, while
others hope for “thy kingdom come on earth, as it is in heaven.” There’s
nothing wrong with believing both things at the same time. Either way, “the
home of God is among mortals.” This is our common hope.

One morning when I was about twelve years old, I woke from
the most amazing dream of my life. Inspired by C. S. Lewis’s Chronicles of Narnia, I dreamed I had
died, along with my entire family, and that I found myself in a beautiful,
sunny land with green, rolling hills. All my friends were there, and new
friends as well. My brother and some other boys were playing together, had a
disagreement, and got into a fight. But they found that their blows did nothing
to harm each other, so they shrugged and stopped fighting. The great lion Aslan
was there, too: he divided us into groups and had us sit down on the grass to eat
together. We reached into our pockets and drew out as much food as we wanted.
There were games and fun, and there were deep, important conversations. Above
all, there was a growing realization that this was forever: that we would never
have to be parted or miss anybody ever again, and that death was only a memory.

This dream felt
like a promise, and it has sustained me ever since. I think this passage from
the Revelation to John is intended to be a promise as well. In John’s vision,
the very cosmos is changed: not only is there no need of a temple, but there is
not even need of the moon or sun, for light pervades everything. The sea, for
the Hebrews a longtime symbol of primordial chaos, has been done away with. There
is no more war or fighting, for the very leaves of the trees are able to heal
broken nations. The tree of life, which God prevented Adam and Eve from
touching when he banished them from the garden, is now available to everyone. A
river waters everything all around; perhaps it flows with the waters of
baptism. In this place, we are all marked and sealed on our foreheads as God’s
own forever. This unifying promise is the Christian hope.

St. Paul wrote that “faith, hope and
love abide, these three, but the greatest of these is love.” Love really
unifies us. This is the “new command” Jesus gives us, that we “love one
another.” It may seem hypocritical to suggest that love is a special mark of
Christians. After
all, you don’t have to be a Christian to love, and we can see Christians
failing to love everywhere we look. How can love be that by which everyone will
know that we are Jesus’ disciples?

I believe that Christianity stands at a crossroads today. As
individuals and as Christian communities, we need to decide just how seriously
to take Jesus’ command. It’s not easy. Love comes with a cost. It will cause us
to reevaluate our priorities. It will draw us into scary places, places where
might be wrong, where we are unable to control the outcome of events. But
having faith in Jesus means trusting that love, in the end, works—for even if
it costs us our very lives, it cannot cost us our dignity as children of God.
So how do we begin to love one another?

In our baptismal covenant, we promise to “respect the dignity
of every human being.” This promise has always pulled strongly on me. I believe
it is a very good starting place for the Christian who wants to learn to love
more deeply.

So in what actions do we show that we respect the dignity of
others? A few practices come to mind, and they begin very simply. First, get to
know people’s names and stories. In my time in the Dominican Republic in
January, I was invited to help serve food to hungry people in the courtyard of
the Episcopal cathedral. I watched closely for signs that dignity was being respected.
While there was some room for improvement, I noticed immediately that the
people to be fed were called by name. A logical next step for the organizers
would be to learn the people’s stories: where they have come from, where they
hope soon to be, what they most desire, and what they most fear. To do so with
a needy population introduces a higher risk, but it is the only possible way to
move from merely meeting people’s daily needs to promoting transformation in
their lives.

Another helpful practice is to allow oneself to be wrong. Recently
I heard a story about a woman who, while working in a library, was confronted
by an angry customer who couldn’t find the topic “Psychology.” She complained, “What
kind of library is this? I can’t find Psychology anywhere in the ‘S’ section of
the card catalogue!” The library employee patiently suggested, “Oh, let’s try
the alternate spelling of Psychology, under ‘P.’” The problem was solved, and
the customer’s dignity was respected.

In my life as a parent, I am constantly presented with the
choice of whether to build my daughter up or break her down. When my patience
runs thin and my anxiety runs high, I fear that I respect her dignity less
often than I should. When she is unreasonable, she can box herself into a
corner and refuse to see any solution to whatever problem she may face. But
when I can find within myself the capacity to suggest a graceful solution to a
problem that seems to her intractable, I have respected her dignity. Creativity
and improvisation are key elements in respecting human dignity.

Likewise, to respect dignity as often as possible, one must
not lose the forest for the trees. Once I was working with a teenage boy who
was writing an article for a church newsletter. His atrocious grammar showed me
he had never paid attention in English class. But he cared what he was writing
about, and I missed that passion completely. I spent so much effort trying to
get him to rewrite his article that he gave up and stormed out in a huff. We
were never able to build a rapport again after that. I had failed to respect
his dignity.

Finally, to respect dignity means to treat the other as an
equal, no matter what society may dictate. My 13-year-old goddaughter Kaia spends
much of her time training and showing dogs. Last week she told me sagely, “You
have to treat them like equals. If you yell at them, they’ll only be afraid of
you. If you plead with them, they’ll say, ‘I don’t have to do this.’” I replied,
“I think that’s very wise, and I wonder how you might apply it to relationships
with people.” She said, “Well, that’s much harder.” Yet this is exactly what
Jesus did: everyone he encountered, from the rich and powerful to children and
outcasts, received his respect. Peter respected the dignity of the Gentiles to
whose home he was called when he followed the Holy Spirit’s direction not to
make a distinction between himself and them.

To take the time to get to know people, to be willing to be
wrong, to find creative solutions, to “keep the main thing the main thing,” and
to insist on an equal relationship—in all of these practices, we respect people’s
dignity. Examples abound. I might find myself offended by something a friend
has said in public. But I will delay an appropriate confrontation until my
friend and I are alone. Perhaps I find myself overly eager to hear my wife’s
deepest feelings about a job interview, but I will wait until she is ready to
share. In some cases, I might even give up something very precious to me—my
pride, my reputation, perhaps even money—so that another person will not lose
face. Only through respecting dignity can we rise to the type of love Jesus
asks of us. Only through respecting dignity can we aspire to the paradox of
giving ourselves away completely without losing ourselves at all. This is what
Jesus accomplished on the cross, and it is the heart of Christian love.

The main intentions of all these actions are twofold: to build
up the other’s self-worth, and to sublimate our urge to control. But these
practices can also deepen our relationship with God. We cannot promote others’
self-worth for long without finding that we also love ourselves more, and in
this, we are loving God’s creation from more than one angle. We cannot let go
of control too many times before we realize that it is not usually fatal to do
so, and this deepens our trust in God. We begin to trust that simply by our
practice of respecting dignity, love will result. By respecting each other’s
dignity, we can achieve true unity—not uniformity, but unity. Jesus unites us
around the common purpose of love, and in so doing, he reveals God’s Kingdom
already breaking into this fallen world.

We have been given a promise of eternal life, and we have
also been promised that loving one another is the way to fit ourselves for such
a life. May the Holy Spirit continue to guide us in our efforts to respect the
dignity of every human being, that with faith and hope, we may love one another
as Jesus has loved us. Amen.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

"Got Jesus?" This bumper sticker drives me crazy, because to "get Jesus" or to “bring Jesus” to people is a fallacy. We don’t get to
decide who Jesus will meet or where Jesus will be at work. Jesus is not an inanimate
object for the transporting and obtaining, but a person who is even more alive than we are.

The work of Christians is to perceive where Jesus is already
at work, and then decide whether to join in his work, and how deeply. Any one
of us—Christian or not—can participate in Jesus’ work without even realizing
it. But to come to a deeper understanding of Jesus and his work in the world is
a joyful and exciting state to be in. That’s the path I choose, and I hope to
be helpful to others as well, not bringing Jesus from somewhere else, but
showing them Jesus already hard at work and encouraging them to join in this
difficult, joyful work.

What is the work of Jesus? We see it revealed in the
Gospels, in the story of the thirty years of Jesus’ limited, earthly life. He
called people, taught people, fed people, and sent people. When you feel
called, taught, fed, and sent, pay attention. Jesus is there, loving you into a
fresher, deeper expression of yourself.

It’s not supposed to be easy. Actually, it’s supposed to
call you outside of yourself. When you give deeply of yourself to another
person, you are working with Jesus. When you find yourself using gifts you
didn’t even know you had, you honoring the call of Jesus. When you have to
stretch to understand another person’s perspective, you are making room for
Jesus. When you are more interested in continuing the conversation than in
resolving it once and for all, you are acknowledging your own limitations and
trusting that Jesus has more to teach you.

Does this mean that Christians never say no, never reject
another’s perspective? Of course not. The work of discernment also includes
moments of rejecting an agenda that is contrary to Jesus. But we are to make
such judgments very carefully, lest we find that our own limitations are preventing
us from finding the good that is in front of us.

Is it necessary for people to be Christians in order to engage in work with Jesus? Absolutely not. But as a baptized and confirmed Christian, I have chosen to walk in Jesus' footsteps, wherever they may lead. Anyone who is doing the work of Jesus is a companion of mine.

Friday, April 12, 2013

My classmate Annie Pierpoint has written this article for Pacific Church News in the Diocese of California. Consider it a late-breaking addition to our January blog about our Dominican Republic immersion. Enjoy!